Little Brats: Hanna: Forbidden Taboo Erotica Read Online Free Page B

of his cock rested against her lips. She couldn’t breath as her heart thumped in her chest like a rabbit’s foot. As he lifted his hips, sliding himself into her mouth, she curled her lips as he’d said. She didn’t want to hurt him.
    “Now, lick it. Roll your tongue around it. Feel the veins. Get it wet. Move your fingers through the wetness until you can easily slide them up and down. This makes him hard for you.” His last sentence ended with a hiss of air over his teeth as she obeyed.
    His penis—his cock —was swollen, engorged, filled with blood, throbbing under her tongue. His skin was salty and she licked the head, curious about that sticky liquid. That tasted peppery, almost hot, like it might burn her tongue. Salt and pepper. That’s what cock tasted like. The realization excited her. Hanna knelt up, squeezing him in her fist as she leaned in, taking more of him into her mouth. It was a little scary—he was big—and she could only take about half of it before she withdrew with a gasp.
    “Very good, for a first try.” He smiled down at her, hand moving through her hair. “Ready to try again?”
    “It feels good?” she tipped her head back to meet his eyes.
    “Oh yes, very good,” he assured her, guiding her head back between his thighs.
    Hanna let him, aiming his cock, taking it into her mouth, further this time, slightly more than halfway. But this time she didn’t pull away. This time she moved him deeper into her throat, feeling the pressure of his hand on the back of her head, urging her on. The rhythm was easy, up and down, although the faster she went, the dizzier she felt. Still, she persisted. She liked the way it made her feel—the motion made her sex ache with need. She also liked the way it made him feel. His soft cries and low moans made her tremble with lust.
    She knew she should feel guilty, but for some reason, she didn’t. In fact, that nagging weight of shame she carried with her always, like an elephant sitting on her chest, began to lighten until it fell away completely, nearly forgotten. Being with Marshall had the exact opposite affect she imagined it would.
    “Oh fuck, sweetheart,” he moaned as he grabbed her hair, not hard, using it to move deeper, his hips rising. When the tip hit the back of her throat, she gagged and pulled back, eyes watering as she blinked up at him in surprise, more because of the profanity than his enthusiasm.
    “It’s okay.” He smiled, looking sheepish. “Sorry. It felt so good I got a little carried away. It’s been a long time since… well… it’s quite a gift to have a woman’s mouth around your cock.”
    “You… swore…” Hanna tried to catch her breath. She’d never heard foul language come out of his mouth before. Ever.
    “Words only have the meanings we place on them.” He smiled, petting her hair. “Aside from taking the Lord’s name in vain, how do we know a word is profane? Have you seen a list of forbidden words written in the Bible?”
    She shook her head.
    “We’ve decided the word ‘fuck’ is profane, but why?” He shook his head. “They’re just words. Erection, dick, cock, breasts, pussy… they’re just words. And they’re actually very useful words.”
    “Useful… how?” Hanna swallowed, hearing that string of words coming from her stepfather’s mouth making her feel tingly all over.
    “It’s the language of lovers,” he explained. “We can use those words to tell each other what we like, to increase our pleasure.”
    “Ohhh.” She nodded her understanding, her gaze falling to his erection. It was still wet from her mouth, and it hadn’t waned in the least while they’d been talking. In fact, it seemed even bigger to her, more swollen, and a bit of clear liquid appeared at the tip.
    “Look what you did.” He smiled, rubbing his thumb over the head, spreading the fluid.
    “Is it bad?” Hanna frowned.
    “No.” He chuckled. “It’s good. Very good. That’s a little bit of pre-cum. It